This is reposted from my other site:  http://bubblesmd2001.blogspot.com:

As I was waiting for Hannah to be dismissed from class, along with other moms, a mom commented that she felt like she was a “yaya” (or maid). As a work from home mom, I often get the same feeling, especially when I get mistaken as a “yaya” (which is more often the case). Hehe. But, I take it all in stride. I used to be so hanged up about it when someone calls me “ate” or when one of the guards don’t greet me, not unlike my husband who wears his most mangy outfit and still gets to be addressed as “sir”. Hehe. But, this is my choice. No one said that I should work from home or take care of my family. Yes, I could have had a lucrative medical career; but, does it all boil down to money and prestige?

Whenever, I get into this kind of funk or rut, actually, I say to myself, “You are a supermom!” And that mantra works everytime. I mean, who can be a wife, mother, cook, yaya, laundrywoman, and still work at the same time, huh? (I’m still working on the driver part though. Haha!) So, for all the work from home moms out there who feel overwhelmed with the mounting pile of laundry or dirty dishes, take it easy and give my mantra a try. Who needs a title before your name anyway? YOU ARE A SUPERMOM!

In connection with this, I would like to post a poem from Ms. Joan Baumann which was posted from an army wife’s site at http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Estates/6319/momsarmy.html which pretty much sums up a mom’s life:

Mom’s an Army

borrowed from Joan Baumann

Mom’s an Army now!

When Dad’s away Mom’s the Commanding Officer.

When Dad’s at home, Mom’s the Executive Officer, coordinating and executing actions for the Command Team.

Keeping track of the kids, she’s the S-1.

Collecting neighborhood news and relaying it to Dad she’s the S-2.

Making plans for the family and training the kids, she’s the S-3.

Stocking food and supplies for the family, she’s the S-4.

She answers all the family correspondence and makes appointments for Dad, so that makes her the Adjutant.

Worrying about the family budget makes her the Comptroller.

Paying the bills and accounting to Dad for the paychecks makes her the Finance and Accounting Officer.

Looking for a new place to live when we move, she’s the Billeting Officer.

Assigning us chores to do, getting us fed, bathed and put to bed; she is our First Sergeant.

Serving food and doing dishes, she’s on KP.

Carrying small children, she’s an ammunition handler.

Driving the family to all our appointments, she’s a duty driver.

Cleaning the house and making beds, she’s an orderly.

Looking like a queen when she goes out with Dad, she’s a soldier’s lady.

Doing all things well all the time, she’s a true “Big Gunner!”

Gosh, Mom’s a whole darned Army!